"Your dad...will something happen to your dad? He spoke strangely when he left home three days ago." Chi Shumei's soothing expression was once again nervous.

Despite his anxiety, Ding Chi still said lightly: "What can happen? My dad is not a person with a narrow heart. The main reason is that I have to find him as soon as possible and find a way to deal with this matter together."

"You have to think of a solution. If it affects your college entrance examination, it will be troublesome." After echoing, Chi Shumei urged again, "Go and look for it quickly and be careful."

After answering "Okay", Ding Chi went downstairs and arrived in the yard.

Jin Laosan and others and the car were no longer there, and only the residents in the courtyard were still talking about it.

Ding Chi rode his bicycle and galloped all the way to the north slope, put down his bicycle straight and rushed to the top of the slope.

At this time, the sun was high and there were no people who had morning exercises. The whole tree and grass had a kind of loneliness, even gloom, for no reason.

Ding Chi's heart became tighter and hurried to the place he remembered. There was no one on the top of the slope and no one on the foot of the slope.

Did you remember it wrong? Or did something wrong during this period? Ding Chi felt anxious and looked around, looking at him: Don’t have anything to do with him, dad.

A sigh suddenly floated: "Oh, Xiaochi, Shumei, Xiaohui, I'm sorry."

Hearing this voice, Ding Chi was both surprised and happy, and hurriedly followed the sound.

Thank God! The bushes were his father Ding Shoucheng. There was no sharp blade pressing on his neck, nor did he see the rope neck. Ding Shoucheng was sitting on the ground, muttering and crying.

Through the color and drifting smell of the bottle, Ding Chi judged that the bottle in front of his father was wine, not pesticides, so he felt much more relieved.

"I'm so confused, I'm so blind, why are you... so frustrated?"

"'Human Spirit', if you make me like this, you won't die a bad death."

"Shumei, after following me for so many years, I haven't let you enjoy any blessings, but I'm so worried that I'm sorry for you and your children. Think about you back then..."

Ding Shoucheng mumbled for a while, took a few sips, then began to murmur again, and then drank again. As time went by, his tongue became much bigger and his speech was intermittent.

As long as my father sat there, Ding Chi was not worried about his father's drunkenness, so he quietly hid behind the tree, listening to those bitter memories and deep self-blame.

After more than half an hour, Ding Shoucheng put the paper on the ground, put it in his arms, and said in a daze: "Shumei, I will write everything I want to say on this. Remember to take it out then, so that you three mothers will not be implicated. Woo..."

Hearing the crying, Ding Chi raised his vigilance.

"Gudongdong" a few sips, Ding Shoucheng stood up resolutely, threw out the wine bottle, shouted "Farewell forever", and rushed towards the top of the forest outside the slope.

How could he let go of the mistake? Ding Chi quickly walked across and hugged his father with his arms: "Dad, you can't die."

He was already drunk and staggering, and when he was pounced like this, Ding Shoucheng fell to the ground and took his son down. At this moment, his mind was in a mess and he couldn't figure it out at all, and he muttered nonsense:

"No, it doesn't hurt."

“Low, really low.”

"After all, it's underground, it's all earthy."

"Where is the King of Hell? I'm off, I'm off work? Could it be that I'm avoiding debts, right? Haha, hehe, it's interesting..."

"Hell King, labor and capital are here, hurry up, come out to welcome... to welcome."

"Majestic, mighty, mighty..."

"Die, die, die, die."

Ding Chi was both angry and funny. He moved away his burly body with great force, sat there for a few breaths before shaking the other person: "Dad, Dad."

Ding Shoucheng turned his head and glanced at him drunk: "The ox head and horse...face...my son. You, why are you...? No, you have to go back, you have to transfer you back. It's not good here, it's too cold...it's too cold. Go back and take good care of your mother and sister, they must..."

"Dad, what are you talking nonsense? You are not dead." Ding Chi took a stern face.

"No, I'm not dead. Yes, how can I not... There will be suns underground? I'm really not dead?" Ding Shoucheng looked around and blinked his eyes.

"You didn't jump at all." Speaking of this, Ding Chi added, "You didn't jump, I stopped you."

"I...I, um...you let me die, I have no shame to live, I will be ruined." Ding Shoucheng covered his cheeks and started crying.

Ding Chi snorted: "If you are afraid of embarrassing, don't do this, okay? Let's go home immediately."

"Go back, go home." He stood up halfway, and Ding Shoucheng fell to the ground again, "I can't go back, otherwise they won't leave again. You go back, take them with them first... and hide first, wait for me to jump down, and you can take out this piece of paper and it will be fine, it will be fine."

"You..." Ding Chi slowly stood up and said in a deep voice, "Anyway, I signed it there today. Even if you are not here, they will look for me."

Ding Shoucheng immediately stamped his feet and beat his chest: "You are confused, that's what we are..."

"Can you go back?" Ding Chi asked.

"I originally thought of dying and taking away the foolish tent and not leaving you with pain or trouble, but now you...ah." He sighed again, and Ding Shoucheng stood up with his hands on the ground, shaking his feet.

"Let's go, dad." Ding Chi patted his father's dust and took the other person's arm.

Ding Shoucheng took two steps and turned his head and said, "I can't get rid of the trouble at first. Now you step in again. Isn't this a problem to find trouble?"

"Don't always think about dying. That's the most irresponsible manifestation of being a relative." In desperation, Ding Chi comforted him, "Don't worry, there will be a solution."

Ding Shoucheng's old face turned redder, he said, "I won't die", and followed his son.

After leaving the woods, there were occasionally pedestrians on the road.

Worried about being joked by others, Ding Shoucheng first wiped his face with both hands, then pushed his son away and walked around in a few steps. But although his wish was good, he almost fell to the ground by alcohol anesthesia. He had to let his son support him and lowered his head to move forward.

There was a drunken person on his body, and Ding Shoucheng had a big skeleton, so Ding Chi felt very difficult. The key was that he had not been idle in the past ten hours.

It took about half an hour to take a break and the two of them arrived at the bottom of the slope.

Holding his father down, Ding Chi turned around while panting, looking at the top of the north slope, and looking at the place where his father had jumped in his previous life.

Ding Chi remembered clearly that in his previous life, in the afternoon of Qingming Festival, he received a call from his neighbors saying that something had happened to his father. When he arrived at the hospital from school, his father was already a "gauze man" on the hospital bed. He owed a lot of foreign debts and only exchanged for a paralyzed person with a body and a brain was ruined. Since then, Ding Chi has never been to Beishan again, but the bloody scene has been reflected in his mind and cannot be removed.

"Let's go." Ding Shoucheng's eyes shone with tears, and he gently patted his son.

Thank God! The tragedy did not repeat itself. Thinking of this time, Ding Chi's face felt a lot of relief, and he couldn't help but be afraid: Fortunately, he came one step earlier.
Chapter completed!